The Revenge of the Actor
Visiting Anderson Group Office

A few days after arriving in Indonesia, Sean went to a company founded by the father. Hazel-eyed man, and has a level like a Greek God stepped into the skyscraper in the Central Jakarta area. The magnificent building with luxurious interior design is the hallmark of the company. All the furniture in the office is the number one quality in the market.

Arriving at the office, Sean is greeted kindly by a man who is none other than David's assistant, named Ibrahim. Dressed neatly in a gray suit smiled warmly towards the sole son of the company owner.

"Good morning, Mr. Sean. My name is Ibrahim Pasha. I was sent by Mr. David to be your assistant during his time as CEO, succeeding him. In the future, I hope we can work together. If anything is needed, do not hesitate to contact me," said Ibrahim, introducing himself to Sean. The thirty-five-year-old man is believed to be able to help all the work affairs that will be faced by his only child.

With a flat face and a cold voice, Sean replied. "thank you. Please help and cooperate."

Sean is not interested in getting along with the man who was asked to be his assistant, or all employees in the company owned by the father. Even so, he remained respectful and always returned the greetings of people who happened to cross paths with him. Having a cold attitude, and always putting on a flat face, does not mean making the man turn into an arrogant man figure and underestimate others, does not mean, because David always taught him to be humble and respect others.

"Well then, let me take Mr. Sean around before the meeting with the board of directors and shareholders of Anderson Group." Ibrahim let Sean walk first in front of him, then he stepped in the footsteps of prospective new leaders of the company.

Pressing the number seven button, the square object made of iron carried their bodies to one of the rooms that Sean later worked in. There, the American American stucco man will spend hours on the pride chair while checking some company files, put signatures on black inked paper and check incoming emails and reply one by one.

Sean followed Ibrahim who continued to step down the aisle towards the CEO's room. While walking, he observed every painting and wall decoration that was mostly a natural scenery and a game of fresh colors that spoiled the net.

They turned to the right-hand side hallway, then continued to step until they arrived at the very end of the room near a large window. The front of the door reads 'CEO room'.

"Sir Sean, this is the room you'll be using during your time as CEO of the company." Ibrahim's hand opened the white wooden door wide open.

The room was quite spacious, measuring 8×8 m2. There is a set of work desk complete with soft chairs and a 23.8-inch monitor screen, three single and double sofas in the middle of the room, and, two high bookshelves with various collections of reading books are deliberately provided to drive away the taste of boredom when faced with work.

Sean nodded his head, a sign of satisfaction because the room was designed according to his wishes. The man swept his eyes across the room, watching every piece of furniture that was inside.

'Even if it's been five years without a roof, but Papa still knows what I like and don't like, ' Sean's inner self. In my heart I was amazed that David always remembered everything about him.

After being satisfied to take Sean around the room, Ibrahim directed his future boss to the meeting room on the first floor. The long needle on his luxury watch had shown twelve o'clock, while the short needle pointed to ten. Indicates that the handover meeting will begin soon.

During the tour of the room, it is not uncommon for company employees to steal a glance at their new boss candidate. The admiration for the figure of the sole heir of the Anderson Group radiated clearly in the eyes of some workers who happened to accidentally cross paths on the street.

"That handsome man, was it the son of Mr David?" ask one of the female workers wearing a maroon work suit. He was named Rose, a new employee at the company. No wonder she asked one of her coworkers.

"really. His name was Mr. Sean. She has lived in America for five years and only a few days ago returned to Indonesia" replied a female worker named Mila.

Mila squinted her eyes, staring fully in the direction of her co-worker. "Why are you asking our new boss? Don't tell me that you're harboring a taste for Mr. Sean!" the accusation.

The rose chuckled at Mila's words. "Mila ... Mila .. I am a normal woman, who is immediately interested when meeting a handsome, handsome and also famous man. But that doesn't mean you want to have that guy. I'm just amazed, because at a young age but already willing to jump directly into the business owned by his parents."

"My interest in Young Master Anderson, it doesn't make me lose my mind to make plans to conquer his heart. Just amazed, yeah. Not more!" The rose again confirms if he did not intend to spread the charm to be glimpsed by Sean.

Exhaling a long breath, feeling relieved because her co-worker had no intention at all to become Anderson's young mistress.

"It's good that you're aware. So, I don't have to be tired of giving you impromptu lectures! I can save my energy to do other work" Mila replied. Carry a pile of files and squint between the chest and arms. "Already ah, I want to go to Mr. Sofyan's room first. You'd better get back to your job, before getting scolded by your boss."

The rose throws the lips. "Yes, baffles!"

Meanwhile, Sean accompanied Ibrahim continued to step towards the room. Young master Anderson quickened his pace. He took a long step to get to the room soon, not wanting to make David and the Anderson Group shareholders wait too long.

"A little while we get to the meeting room, sir," said Ibrahim when his nether eyes saw a door at the end of the building's support pole or more often called chicken claws.

The sound of a step echoed in rhythm with the sound of Sean's heartbeat that began to be irregular. For some reason, he was a little groggy facing a meeting this morning. Maybe because it has long not mingled with workers who come from within the country, making it a little clumsy because they have to get used to speaking in Indonesian. While abroad, he is used to using English even when talking to Xena though.

Continuing to step up without feeling left two meters again arrived at Raflesia's door, Sean suddenly accidentally hit a woman who happened to be cleaning a sheet of paper from a brown envelope.

Brugh!

"Sorry!"

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